"Did you hear any sound?" Chen Ke looked at Richter.

"No." Richter shook his head.

He slapped the shotgun around his waist, took out a whip from under his coat, which sagged to the ground and spread out, with a small thorn ball at the end.

Chen Ke saw four thick small bottles hanging on Richter's belt, two of which had been used up, and the other two were filled with red liquid.

He guessed that Richter, like the secret keeper, had to apply blood on his weapon to kill the psychic monster, otherwise he would be helpless.

In fact, there is no difference between future psychics and secret keepers. One is just smearing blood on a weapon and the other is sucking liquefied psychics into the spinal cord. Borrowing things outside the human to fight things outside the human, and the great power cannot be attributed to itself. This may be the tragic thing about being a human?

However, the organization behind White and the foundation in 2137 solved this problem, which made Chen Ke very concerned. He could never believe that those people had found a way to attribute their power to themselves, and it was more like getting himself closer to the direction of his family.

Gods can kill their family members, but nothing can kill Gods. This is also the reason for the extinction of human beings in the real world, but...what are you?

"What are you thinking? I suggest you focus more. The things in this castle are not difficult to deal with, but if you take it lightly, it is still easy to die." Richter said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Chen Ke hasn't heard anyone joke about him like this for a long time. Looking back, except for Jacob when he was young, only those buddies and Lucina who just joined the postman would joke with him like this. The rest either wanted to kill him or had some reservations about him.

He couldn't help but recall his junior and high school classmates. The more he recalled, the more melancholy he became. An inexplicable emotion surged. He took off the magazine of the REC7, blew into the blood-filled bullet groove, and then put it back, pulled the bolt, and drove away this emotion.

Now Chen Ke can no longer return to the working dog state he used to be. All kinds of guns in the dimensional storage grid are about to move, and the cold air around him blows negatively, and the sound of gears rotating and strange low moans linger in his ears.

Fate gave him a new path, and he could only go one way and become the man who broke through the siege.

Richter is an expert, but he used too many tools in his hand in the previous explorations, so he could only use Chen Ke's power to kill most of the enemies, and he was only responsible for dealing with monsters at close range.

The blood-stained whip and automatic rifle formed a bloody harvest tool in the castle. Chen Ke easily used CQB tactical action to efficiently clear every room. The divine blood bullets were invincible, and Richter's whip captured every living thing that wanted to get close to them like magic.

Everything went so smoothly, even too smoothly. Chen Ke and Richter spent little effort to kill the entire bell tower and found a device similar to a distribution box.

"We found it?" Chen Ke watched Richter climb up the steps and pulled the big handle on the distribution box with both hands.

"Yes, the next one is... well!! The library is here." Richter said. He pulled down the handle, then turned it out hard, breaking the handle.

"I remember you said that this place would...restore?" Chen Ke reminded.

"Yes, yes, but we're still inside, so just pulling it down is useless. Someone may run over and pull it up again," Richter explained.

"The things in it are quite smart..." Chen Ke shook his head.

"What do you think they are? They were all living people, but lost in this castle, where... believers from several eras worship the city lord and long for the power of blood. What's more, some eras martyrs will live directly inside until they have no consciousness and become part of the castle." Richter said.

"This is the defense mechanism of this castle? It attracts all kinds of believers to be free doormen?" Chen Ke asked.

"Don't be confused, I can only say this." Richter said.

Chen Ke shrugged.

The two of them then headed to the next destination and arrived at the library in a short while. The floor of the library was metal. If the mechanism had not been pulled before, it should be powered on here. But strangely, Chen Ke did not see the circuit equipment, so he had no way to know where the power of these floors came from.

Richter and Chen Ke cooperated with each other to eliminate the knight-like enemies who were resident here. Their shapes looked very similar to the 11th century crusaders. The equipment worn by the crusaders in the library was very thick and gorgeous, not like the equipment from the Eastern Expedition, but more like some kind of ritual armor.

"I think these knights betrayed their faith and became believers of the blood clan. Look, they made four marks on their emblems." Richter said.

Chen Ke also noticed that the armor and shields of these knights had regular scratches, unlike traces left by battle.

"The power of old blood is so charming that even the Crusaders can be bewitched." Richter shook his head.

"After all, this blood showed them the visible and tangible power, but nothing they believed in was fulfilled." Chen Ke said sarcastically.

"You are right, but even so, we will destroy this bloodline, it is something outside of human beings." Richter said.

Chen Ke did not argue. Along the way, he had seen people who were confused by power, and there were always people who appeared against them. The world may be bad, but not that bad. There were still some people who wanted to pull it up.

"Yes, you're right, this blood cannot be left. So, where is the key?" Chen Ke asked.

"Here, if I remember correctly," Richter said, as he came to the bookshelf in the corner and took a large red book from the third column of the bookshelf.

He came to Chen Ke, handed the book to Chen Ke, and smiled and said, "Come on, experience the pleasure of solving the mystery."

Chen Ke sighed, took the book, and saw two lines of incomprehensible letters written on the cover. He turned on the page and stuck a copper key on the back cover.

"I can't understand this book, written in ancient venerian. But do you know? For this key, I searched the entire castle." Richter's tone seemed to be showing off.

Chen Ke understood this feeling, just like a player who couldn't understand English and broke through a foreign puzzle adventure game without the Internet. Chen Ke guessed that if Richter was put into modern times, he would definitely be a player who licked the picture stream.

"Well... the next thing is the banquet hall. After you get to the workers' rest area, you have to use your dirty gold cup to open the way and be prepared!" Richter was full of energy.
Chapter completed!